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I reckon," and saw Doctor MacDonald, who had never said
a word the whole time, looking at him with that same half
smile, an expression that seemed to say he had foreknown the
entire matter.

"The Free Farmers' Brotherhood of Protection and Con-
trol," Mr. Christian commented; " now ain't that something?
Protection and controL Professor, you're a mighty smart
man. Now ain't he, Perse?"

Mr. Mimn replied, "Yes, sir."

" I always said good learning's a fine thing. It never hurt
nobody. And just look "—and he gestured toward the erect
and emaciated figure of Professor Ball—"that's what it'll do
for a man!"

" Thank you, sir," Professor Ball said, and turned and spat
into the fireplace. " I have a little motto which came into my
head for the Brotherhood. In the French tongue," he added,
clearing his throat slightly. " Le bras pour le droit"

"That's fine," Mr. Christian declared. "That sounds
mighty fine."

" Thank you, sir," Professor Ball answered.

"What does it go on to say?"

" It says "—and Professor Ball laid the tips of his bandaged
fingers together—" The arm for the right.' "

"By God!" Mr. Christian exclaimed, "the arm for the
right! Professor, you're a smart man, sure as a dog's got
fleas. Now ain't he, Perse?" He turned and slapped Mr.
Munn on the shoulder and shook him.

" Yes, sir," Mr. Munn agreed.   " That's true."

"And the doc there, too," Mr. Christian said, and waved
his arm toward Doctor MacDonald's chair. "The doc, too.
He's a smart man." Then he turned directly to him, and
urged, " Mac, you tell him about the start you made over in
your section."

The doctor unclenched his pipestem from his teeth, and
said in his gentle, drawling voice: " Now, it's nothing much
to talk about. We've just got three little bands of Free
Farmers together and organized already. We call them